Share Poems - Poems about Share

...'' Warning, the dangerous activity specified in this song, is not endorsed by Poetry Soup or this poet. Read at your own risk, and it is not advised to emulate such activity either at home or with yo......Read the rest...

...An epiphany I come from a womb Yet I'm not wounded I have sad eyes, but not crying Where are the butterflies in my stomach It's fear I'm denying I came from a wounded heart ~ I Com......Read the rest...

...Friendship's bond is an unbroken tie, A little angel gifted by the sky. In the quest for true friends, we roam, Through a thousand years, seeking our home. Even in the toughest of times, they s......Read the rest...

...Woody the pigeon Lives in the tree Can you imagine Such a glee A lifetime partner To share his days With eggs to father That his girl layed Woody the pigeon Shared his tree With beauti......Read the rest...

...I wonder if You hear my thoughts I love you With a thousand noughts Invisible Like a gentle breeze Of affirmation Rustles trees I wonder if Within your dreams Affection flows As livi......Read the rest...

... “hope floats from purple petals to ebony buds” - Silent One Surging whirl storm billows in the slate sky, tracks the tormenting course of scare in the air. The stratified placid wind doe......Read the rest...

...Anita Moorjani entered coma and in that pause, the comma, she returned with a story to share, with fellow souls who choose to pair, of life beyond death, pure love and light, that pulsates in ou......Read the rest...

... This loving tribute is long overdue After two thousand poems or more Time to honour my country called Canada Spectacular from shore to shore The hometown charm of folks down east T......Read the rest...

... She is 15 months old…this beautiful little squirt she likes nothing more than walking barefoot everywhere and playing in the dirt. In fact she loves dirt so much…(her parents tell us with a mo......Read the rest...

...As I walk around the cottage nestled at the river’s edge, I am greeted by the splendor of nature. The river gushes through the rocky bed as its roar echoes through the valley. I sit in awe watching ......Read the rest...

...What use is a poet, if without a pen, like a chef without a sharp set of knives. How bland is the soup, without sincere ingredients. Nourishing soul food needs fresh free verses of vegetable......Read the rest...

... When I make my bed, and find you not by my side, I can’t get sleep, I feel alone; You are always on my mind. Awake every night, finding none to share my cup of coffee with, every morni......Read the rest...

... THE SCAR OF PAIN The Mixtures of Pain, The Countable seconds, Being the utter most irritant, Mumbling to Share. At the Time, Realising the Past, that had a Bad Faith, Harassed with pain......Read the rest...

... In the mountains it’s our tradition to delay our morning walk so we can listen to the morning choir that begins promptly at six-o’clock. Yes, at six-o’clock every morning without uttering a wor......Read the rest...

...Can you hear my heartbeat To the sound of little feet Running around me meowing Like a cat or barking Can you hear my jilted fears Pealed away like green pear skins Rebuked by real and imagin......Read the rest...